There were people selling all kinds of clothes and jewelry and make up, and there were tables set up with alcohol and fancy M&Ms.
Afterwards we went this Puma party in Williamsburg.
There wasn't really anyone there.
We stayed for the first performance and a little of the second, but it was terrible, so we didn't stay.
I had the tickets because Shon had wanted to see Chester French, but she was sick.
Sorry Shon, I didn't even see them.
Last night we went to a Complex party at the Marc Ecko showroom.
We went in maybe an hour after it started and the Patron was gone.
We had some crappy other drinks instead.
I took some bad pictures in there too.
We got these goodie bags with a green Fila polo shirt, a Complex magazine, and some weird coupons for G-Shock and Harley-Davidson.
After Melissa fought her way through the crowd to end up going through the racks to get her own coat from the coatcheck, we went over to Sutra, where her friend was djing.
We stayed there for a little while and ran into some people that had been at the Complex party.
The combination of the weather and the route I took to walk to the D train brought back a lot of memories.
But here are some pictures.
This was an accident.
Sometimes I take crappy pictures in the dark.
Apparently Melissa likes my hair thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much.
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